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Shadowing Sorrelsong was going really well, better then Flora had expected when she first started anyways. She didn't even scare away potential prey accidentally anymore. The impulse to do it on purpose still lingered but she was getting better at impulse control these days too.
Something that she hadn't really participated in with her mentor was fighting. She had gathered that she wasn't the biggest fan of it. Honestly, even if the warrior did offer it there would be hesitance on Flora's behalf. While she enjoyed acting like she was the smallest, daintiest lady who had ever walked around here she knew that she was quite large. It wasn't like she was the only large cat around here though, she understood that.
It was personal preference really, Flora would hate to practise fighting with someone who wasn't the same size as her. Even so, Sorrelsong just seemed so gentle? She didn't want to stress her out by having her try to enter a fighting mindset. The molly's solution was to try and outsource someone else to give her tips, or to physically practise with. She hadn't made up her mind on which to do yet and had decided that she would just take whatever she could get.
There were plenty of warriors she could ask about this, they all had to be decent at fighting to even be warriors right? Her mind drifted to that rather scruffy looking tom that she saw when she came to camp for the first time. He seemed pretty similar in build to her. Sure she hadn't physically measured herself against him or anything like that but he's also big, fluffy and they had similar ears! His ear was a bit mangled though, she wondered how that happened. He perpetually looked mad too in that one instance that she saw him. So there was a good chance she would get brushed off. Flora had decided that despite these potential issues that he was the best to ask about this, at the very least maybe she could place a name to the face if he rejected her request.
Her thoughts and theories about the lead warrior kept her entertained until she had stumbled across him. “Hey! Mr fresh-kill pile!” She called out before realising very quickly that maybe that wasn't the best way to start this. Seeing him stalking off to the fresh-kill pile when she entered camp that one time was the only indicator she actually had about him. So she decided that was going to be his name until she was told otherwise.
“I'm Flora” she paused for the briefest of seconds to figure out what she wanted to say from here. Once figuring out the rest of the sentence she proceeded to barrel through the rest of it. “I'm looking to figure out how this whole fighting thing works, I don't want to accidentally hurt anyone but I don't think that would be an issue with you. Could you help me out?”
@SLATE
Something that she hadn't really participated in with her mentor was fighting. She had gathered that she wasn't the biggest fan of it. Honestly, even if the warrior did offer it there would be hesitance on Flora's behalf. While she enjoyed acting like she was the smallest, daintiest lady who had ever walked around here she knew that she was quite large. It wasn't like she was the only large cat around here though, she understood that.
It was personal preference really, Flora would hate to practise fighting with someone who wasn't the same size as her. Even so, Sorrelsong just seemed so gentle? She didn't want to stress her out by having her try to enter a fighting mindset. The molly's solution was to try and outsource someone else to give her tips, or to physically practise with. She hadn't made up her mind on which to do yet and had decided that she would just take whatever she could get.
There were plenty of warriors she could ask about this, they all had to be decent at fighting to even be warriors right? Her mind drifted to that rather scruffy looking tom that she saw when she came to camp for the first time. He seemed pretty similar in build to her. Sure she hadn't physically measured herself against him or anything like that but he's also big, fluffy and they had similar ears! His ear was a bit mangled though, she wondered how that happened. He perpetually looked mad too in that one instance that she saw him. So there was a good chance she would get brushed off. Flora had decided that despite these potential issues that he was the best to ask about this, at the very least maybe she could place a name to the face if he rejected her request.
Her thoughts and theories about the lead warrior kept her entertained until she had stumbled across him. “Hey! Mr fresh-kill pile!” She called out before realising very quickly that maybe that wasn't the best way to start this. Seeing him stalking off to the fresh-kill pile when she entered camp that one time was the only indicator she actually had about him. So she decided that was going to be his name until she was told otherwise.
“I'm Flora” she paused for the briefest of seconds to figure out what she wanted to say from here. Once figuring out the rest of the sentence she proceeded to barrel through the rest of it. “I'm looking to figure out how this whole fighting thing works, I don't want to accidentally hurt anyone but I don't think that would be an issue with you. Could you help me out?”
@SLATE